Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Franke,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.